You know the scene where Billy is lifting weights right when Jason knocks on the door? Put him standing behind Billy while he's lifting the dumbell or what it's called, please and thank youâ¤ď¸
contains: steve x reader; reader with a vagina; reader is called âgirlâ once; sexual tension; drunk!flirty!steve; lil bit of inspection kink; size kink; teasing; no smut just whorish vibes
author note: i hope you folks like it! i wonât be doing a part 2 of this one, but hope you enjoy the tension :)
Steveâs always saying weird shit to you when heâs drunk.
You know heâs just uninhibited. That if he were sober heâd be so embarrassed. You keep telling yourself that, at least.
The first time he approaches you like this, he asks, âWhat color underwear you got on?â
You humor him, tipsy yourself. âTake a guess.â
Steve really looks like heâs thinking, dilated pupils staring deep into yours. âRed?â
âNope.â you canât stop looking at him, and he isnât looking away either. âTheyâre blue, actually.â
âHowâd you know thatâs my favorite color?â he asks, voice low, leaning forward to rest his palm on your knee.
âOh, you think I wore them for you?â
âI wish.â
Heâs easily distracted and the conversation goes no further. Itâs easy to shrug him off. You know heâs a whore, anyway - have to hear about his most recent date every time you see him.
But then it happens again.
Steve stops you in the hallway at the next party, his warm hand curling around your bicep gently. Makes you stop walking to look at him.
âHavinâ fun?â he asks. His t-shirt is cut low - your eyes are drawn to the dark patch of hair on his chest.
âI think so.â
He grins, borderline diabolical. Teeth straight and white, blunt edges that could bite bruises into your skin. âThereâs a free bedroom upstairs if you wanna have more.â
âHuh?â
âI said -â he leans in towards you, until the tip of his nose touches yours, â- thereâs a free bedroom upstairs if you want to have more fun.â
He doesnât stay very serious, however. He giggles, pulls away from you and winks before continuing on his way. You roll your eyes after him, trying to brush off the way he made your stomach flip. He apparently doesnât fuck without a first date, anyway.
And then it just sort of keeps happening. Sometimes heâd just stare at you, mouth slightly agape, watching you from the other side of the room. Or heâd make sure his palm presses firmly against the small of your back as he âsqueezes pastâ you to grab another drink, despite there being a five foot clearance.
One night, when heâs more drunk than usual - something to do with a bad week at work - he goes a lot farther than he has. He finds you in the corner of the living room, looking at the lines in your own palm.
âHey,â he says, quite loudly, startling you.
When you look up, heâs extremely close to you. Eyes soft, but staring into yours. He smells like maraschino cherries, no doubt from the strawberry daiquiris he wonât admit he loves. âHi,â you breathe, trying to look at his eyes, but they keep moving languidly from your eyes to your lips to your chest. Your breasts peak out from the scoop-neck of the baby tee youâre wearing. And, okay, itâs baby blue - you may have worn it just to see what heâd do.
âCan I help you?â you ask.
He nods, nose slanting downwards towards your tits. âYânever really wear stuff like that.â
You shake your head. âNot really.â
âWhy not?â
You grin. âBecause pervs like you will stare.â
He scoffs. âThatâs âstactly why you shouldnât be wearinâ it here.â
Your eyes narrow at him. Now heâs just being annoying. âOh, are you mad?â
âA little.â He licks his lips, tongue stained red from the mixer. âYou should only be wearinâ somethinâ like that when youâre gonna get fucked.â
Your eyes widen, heart hammering in your chest, enough to feel it in your throat. Heâs never been so forward before. And heâs backing you into the wall, trapping you in - very deliciously.
He tilts his head, highlighted hair bobbing over his forehead. âAre you gonna get fucked tonight?â
You swallow hard, blood icy cold. Youâre not used to this tango, not with him. âYou tell me.â
Steve blinks like heâs also shocked, goes a little slack jawed. He looks down at your tits, then back up. âI think you should get fucked tonight.â
Your hand clenches around your drink, threatening to fall to the floor. Youâre weak, sore and needy between the legs.
Perhaps heâs willing to make an exception for the date rule for you.
âWill I?â
âWith tits like those?â He nods down again. âBet youâve got the sweetest nipples. You like havinâ âem bit? Sucked?â
You wonder if he feels the heat radiating off of your face. âSteve,â you say, trying to give him a warning. You canât breathe, knees beginning to shake. âWhat kind of friend asks that?â
His jaw clenches, then unclenches. âSo you just see me as a friend?â
You bite your cheek. âThatâs what you are, arenât you? Or do you know something I donât?â
âI -â
Youâre both startled by the sound of champagne popping, shrieks and woops breaking you out of whatever you were just entangled in. And Steve, so easily distracted, groans and marches towards the kitchen, shouting, âI told you to take that shit outside!â
You inhale deep, thumping chest caving in, collarbones turning sharp. Itâs suddenly so cold without him in front of you. You run a hand through your hair and look around, spotting Robin grinning at you from ear to ear. You roll your eyes at her and move through the living room to get some water and air.
You wonder if heâll even remember when heâs sober. If heâll apologize for asking something so insane. But he either doesnât remember or wants to forget, because when youâre back to return tapes two days later he acts completely normal. It isnât a bad thing - itâs a bit fun to play with him in such a non-serious way. Though you do find his hands gripping the next tape you rent for a bit too long, shoves your change into your hand and lets his palm linger against yours.
Another get together - you can hardly call it a party when thereâs only ten people present - brings you back to his apartment two weeks later. Itâs much more low key and he, in turn, drinks much less. He still gets drunk, though - laughing loudly, freckled neck on display. Does things he gives Robin shit for. You laugh beside her when she scoffs at him, throwing a pillow across the way to hit him in the back of the head.
âIâm gonna get a drink,â she says. âDo you want one?â
You tell her youâre okay and sheâs off, leaving the couch beside you empty. Which Steve notes. Immediately.
âWhatâs a place like you doinâ in a girl like this?â
âYou invited me,â you remind, the couch dipping as he sits beside you.
âOhhh. And whyâd I do that?â
You hum, trying to suppress a smile. âI donât know. You must like me.â
He narrows his eyes. âYou know I do.â
Youâre already getting horny again. âBecause I leave big tips for you?â
âAnd what do you know about big tips, huh?â
You laugh, a little shrill, feeling very much on the spot. Then he grabs your hand, pulling it up against his. You assume heâs comparing the size - a clear flirting tactic - and you watch him with much adoration as he examines them together. His first knuckle is able to come down on your finger tips and he grins. âYouâve got small hands.â
âMaybe yours are just freakishly big.â
âWanna know what else is?â
Which, truly, in any other situation this would be funny. But it so isnât. His words are deathly serious to you.
âWell, it canât be your brain.â
Steve scoffs again. âOh, funny.â
Out of nowhere, youâre doused with something cold. Robinâs tripped on the rug, spilling her wine on you. You gasp just as she says, âOh, shit!â
âRob-in!â Steve sounds more than exasperated with her, but itâs hard to take it seriously when heâs slurring.
âOh my god, Iâm so sorry - I got - I tripped - with my big clown feet - oh my god, are you okay?â
âIâm fine!â you promise, despite the huge red stain on your white shirt. Itâs still dripping down you, onto your skirt. Drenched. âUh, let me go to the bathroom.â
âIâll help,â Steve says, stumbling when he stands, helping you off the couch. Youâre certain he wonât be much help but you accept his assistance anyway.
Youâve noticed how Steve gets into these dad modes. Like, one time Robin choked on a lemon seed that was in her water and Steve wouldnât let her drink without him checking her cup for two months afterwards. And there was the time that Eddie, clumsier than Robin, tripped and scraped his knee, and Steve acted like Eddie was five. So now itâs your turn, ushered into his bathroom while he props you against the counter and scrounges around for a towel.
âItâs okay,â you say, âIâm just wet.â
âI got it,â he assures, running a washcloth under the tap. Youâre sure he thinks heâs helping, as much as he can when heâs inebriated, but youâre very certain a wet washcloth wonât help. He swats your hands away when you try to take it from him, and he starts blotting the wine.
His hair in your face smells fruity, like his hairspray. âSteve, I donât think this is doinâ much.â
His brows are knitted in concentration. ââs almost out.â
You look down. It is not.
But you let him feel important anyway. Watching as he dabs and dabs and dabs over your sternum. His breath tickling your neck. And now that the shock has worn off, youâre getting turned on again. By his attention, how heâs trying to help, how his big fucking paws are right there. Youâre practically begging god to make him do something when his hands start wandering.
Steve brings the towel over your breast, blotting as usual, then slowing. Like itâs clicking what heâs doing. And then he presses a little harder, lingers for a while. His palm touching you more than the cloth. His eyes drift up to yours as he moves towards the other. And instead of blotting, his hand cups it.
You simply let him.
The cold has made your nipples perk up under your bralette. Steveâs thumb swipes over the hardened nub. You both stare at each other, willing the other to do more, but itâs left in a stalemate. Steve throws the washcloth in the sink, lets his hand slide over your heart.
âHeartbeatâs so fast,â he observes softly. âWhatâs that all about, huh?â
You swallow hard. âLot of excitement.â
His eyes drift down. âI can tell.â
You take a big breath, looking away from him. âDo you have something I could borrow?â
âLike what?â
âLike, a shirt?â
Steve blinks, looking sad. âOh. Yeah, yeah, probâly.â
As you walk behind him to his room, you decide youâll throw him a bone whenever the opportunity arises. You certainly canât have him thinking you donât like his attention. You watch him clumsily rifle through his closet before he finds a black sweater thatâll match your skirt well enough.
It makes you dizzy how it smells like him, even freshly laundered. âThank you.â
âMhm.â Steve simply stands in front of you, hands on his hips, lips pulled in tight. Looking at you like heâs thinking really hard.
You bite your lip, heartbeat fastening again. You turn from him to place the shirt on his bed, which seems to snap him out of whatever stupor heâs in. He clears his throat and turns to leave, but you call after him.
âSteve?â
He turns, brows furrowed. âYeah?â
You inhale deep before slowly peeling your shirt off of you. Taking your time, letting it catch on the curve of your breasts. You let it slip to his floor and you continue watching him. Watching his chest rise and fall rapidly, his nostrils flaring, chestnut eyes staring right at your bra-clad chest. Youâre so hot youâre beginning to sweat - and then you reach behind you to unclasp your wet bralette.
Steveâs jaw drops comically slow as it joins your shirt on the floor. You canât help but to smile.
âWhat do you think?â you ask quietly.
He shakes his head slowly. âThink youâve been holdinâ out on me.â
You press your tits together with your arms as you shrug at him, turning around to fetch the sweater heâs given you. You figure itâll be enough for him to know youâre wearing his shirt, chest bare underneath, but then he says, âYour skirt is wet, too.â
You donât turn to look at him as you grab the fabric, leaning forward for it. âDonât suppose you have one for me to borrow?â
You didnât even hear him walking up behind you. Youâre suddenly pressed into the bed, his hand pushing down on the space between your shoulder blades to keep you against the mattress. Your breath hitches, stomach flipping. You feel how hard he is against your ass, and he grinds once before sliding down to kneel behind you.
âWhat are you doing?â you breathe.
âCheckinâ out the damage.â His hands push your skirt up, up, up, until it rests above your ass. You feel his breath fanning across the back of your thighs. âYâknow,â he continues casually, âsince you said youâre wet.â
Your breaths turn shallow. Steveâs hands, warm and soft, run up the backs of your thighs slowly. You part them for him. Heat rushes to your face when he laughs behind you, but he doesnât say anything. Must just be overjoyed that youâre letting him do this.
His hands move to your hips, squeezing them slightly before tucking his fingers under the waistband of your underwear. Youâre so dizzy it almost makes you sick - but you wait patiently as he slowly pulls them down.
âOh, you werenât kidding,â he observes quietly. Lets your underwear hang around your knees. âAll this for me?â
âYes,â you whine. âBeen - youâve been working me up for weeks.â
âI know.â
You want to call him a bastard, but youâre stunned into silence when he parts your folds. The sound it makes is embarrassing to you, but Steve coos at it. âYouâve got such a pretty pussy. Knew you would.â
You exhale shakily. âSteveâŚ.â
âFucked my fist to it,â he admits. âBut I didnât think itâd be so tiny.â
And then one of his fingers presses against your hole. Just enough. You short circuit, electric running through you, knees going weak. Steveâs free hand steadies them, fingers splayed out along your skin.
âCan you even get any fingers in here?â he mumbles. Circles your little hole, your eyes crossing. âKnow your hands are so tiny, too.â
âNo,â you force yourself to say. âNot really.â
He sounds contemplative. âJust one of mine would split you in two.â
His finger trails down, resting at your swollen clit for a few short moments before he pulls away, yanking your underwear back up.
You feel more than upset. Devastated that heâs pulled away. You want to grab him, cunt hurting from the teasing with no relief.
âSteve-â
âYou know I donât fuck without a date first,â he grins. As if he didnât just ruin your life with whatever that was. Like he didnât just turn you into his cock-dumb whore. Jesus Christ, if he told you to spend the rest of the night topless, you would. âSo hereâs whatâs gonna happen, okay?â
Then heâs back, leaning over you, pushing you into his bed. His cock really straining against his jeans while he presses into your ass. He puts his lips right up against your ear. âYouâre gonna get dressed ând weâre gonna party, âkay? Then tomorrow Iâm gonna pick you up and take you for breakfast.â He ruts himself into you and you moan. âSorry, sweetheart. âm usually a dinner guy but I canât wait that long to have you. Howâs nine sound?â
âYou⌠thereâs n-no way youâre going to be up at nine.â
He scoffs. ââve got an alarm clock.â
You press your ass back into him. âYouâll forget.â
âHavenât forgotten you so far.â Grinds against you again.
âYou remember when youâre sober?â
âHoney. Youâre all Iâve been able to think about.â
Then heâs off of you, leaving your tits pressed to his mattress, overwhelmed. He walks towards his desk while you desperately try to stand - your legs are still shaking. Your fingers curl around his sweater just as he comes back, arm marked up with a pen.
BREAKFAST AT 9 WITH HOTTIE :)
âSee? Wonât forget.â
Youâre still not so sure - youâll have to wait and see. As you finally start pulling his sweater on, he grabs your bra, tucking it into his back pocket. âIâll wash it for you,â he says, patting it.
âYeah? After you cum in it?â
Steve smiles deviously. âYou wanna watch me do it?â
Summary: You have a surprise for your best-friend Steve.
Word count: 1,647
Warnings: Language, NSFW, creampie, vaginal sex, slight choking, slight breeding kink if you squint, and fluff.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader
A/N: Just a filthy little thing that Iâve been nurturing for a few days. No point to it, just showing Stevie some love! Havenât written anything this lengthy in a while, but I hope yâall enjoy? ;P đâ¤ď¸đĽ°âĽď¸
Steve. Steve-fucking-Harrington. The heart of your group with a head of hair (that youâd washed, brushed, picked monster guts out of, and pulled, one too many times), a comforting smile that reminded you of Summerâs fading sunsets that give way to fall colors. All copper, rust, orange, mossy caramels swirling together, deep browns that look like cinnamon (smells like the gum he chews, or the breath spray he carries in his back pocket), sometimes even red in how his cheeks tinge on cold days, the way he makes your body warm. To his protective - fighter mode, like a crafted out of the finest marble guardian-angelic-god.
Youâd worship at his temple. All day. Every single day.
His mouth has been in as many places as his hands. He knows every scar, just as much as heâs aware of spots, in which kissing you will cause goosebumps to electrify, sparking themselves known across your skin, or where his fingers will cause that high pitched whine to come from between your lips. You canât really fathom that itâs been happening, especially for how long. Thereâs been no talk of labels, what anything means, itâs just been two friends crossing a line and fucking one another on it. You donât know what you wouldâve done, had it not been for Steve-the-hair-Harrington, King Steve, your extra heartbeat, your best-friend, your everything.
And thatâs what led you to your current predicament, your planned leap of faith. Wrapped in a maroon colored mini gift bag, you had placed the packet. Steve arrived not long after, movies and pizza balanced in his massive hands, keys dangling from the middle finger of his left hand, a cheesy grin pressing into that beautiful mouth. âHey, honey,â he had said. âReally missed you today, you know that?â
Youâd taken in his appearance of dark Leviâs and a black belt, his signature Nikeâs, and a low dipped white v-neck that heâd thrown a plain blue button over, leaving it open, his gold chain visible, nestled in that patch of chest hair. Salivating more at him than the food, it took you a second to help him inside.
You ate in avid chatter, watched one of the lamest, but most comforting horror films Steve could find on the shelves (that no one rented but he knew youâd appreciate), whilst being tucked beneath his bicep, warmed at his side. Thatâs when youâd retrieved the gift off your coffee table, his palm rubbing circles across your spine, kneading tension until you returned to your position. You handed him the bag and his bushy brows had pinched together, an adorable confusion clear. âFor me? What did I do?â
âJust open it, Harrington. Before my nerves make me take it back.â
He cradled the parcel protectively, a pout forming as his watch strapped wrist dips inside. âNo way, no how. Nope, not now.â
âSteveâŚâ you laughed lightly, suddenly swallowing as he pulled the packet out, trying to make sense of the name.
âContraceptive? I donât⌠Isnât this birth control?â He shook the packet before planting it in his massive palm.
You could feel your heartbeat in your throat, choking you like a vice, preventing you from answering in a full sentence.
âYeah.â
âSo, itâs yours? Why did you wrap it up and give it to me?â
âThereâs a few missing already, Steve. I just wanted to get used to them before⌠Before I told you.â
âTold me, what?â He still looked puzzled, seeking out where youâd opened the package and taken a few tablets.
âThat I just wanna use these from now on. Nothing else. If you, if thatâs okay with you...?â You had felt the sharp claws of the butterflies, threatening to demolish your remaining courage. But this was Steve, you needed to remember that.
It took him a few moments, but then his pupils expanded within the enriching mossy flecks of his irises, at a rapid pace. His tongue licked at the five oâclock shadow above his upper lip. His voice, youâll never forget how it sounded. Honey-hot and hoarse, raspy with bitten want, raw fucking desire. Youâd clenched your thighs together, tongue eager to lick him⌠every-fucking-where â the burn of it felt on the muscleâs tip.
âIsnât that something you do with a boyfriend, though? Not casual sex with a good friend, one of your best-friends?â
And you nod, vision swimming with shapes. Had you messed up? Fuck it. âIt is.â Is what youâd responded with, taking the packet from him and tossing it with the bag back onto the table. The movie was rolling credits in the background and you were watching Steveâs dotted jugular as he swallowed, showcasing those tendons, all the way up to that stubble bitten jawline, dotted with freckles and moles.
âAnd who is your boyfriend, honey?â He had to hear you say it. If itâs what he thought it was, or youâd simply break his heart and move on to this guy. Could he really believe in a good thing again?
You leapt off that faithful precipice, years and feelings following, eyes locking, gaze unrelenting. âI was hoping it would be you.â
He was obviously choked up, orbs alight with mirth and excitement, among other things. âFunny that you mention that, because Iâve been hoping for the exact same thing.âAnd heâd fallen into your arms, seizing you with a kiss, noses nudging, tongues eager and messy. Clothes couldnât come off fast enough.
The king sized condom lays unopened on your plush blush rug. Having fallen out of Steveâs wallet, that had also tumbled from his jean pocket in haste. Everything was out of control in the best possible way. You couldâve sworn you died a few minutes prior and came back as immortal â able to see through particles that floated on the air, hear cars, horns, music from houses all across town, smell the leaves that clung to the trees, damp with rain water and Autumn air. Your eyes roll back, perspiration damp behind the backs of your knees, where heâs got his current pinching grip, the fat of your thighs pressed into your tits, squishing them.
You realize in the moment, that you truly loathe condoms. Because this? Feeling that wet pre-cum smear down his shaft and around your opening as he pushed himself into you without a barrier for the first time, it was an indescribable experience. Each ridge, every vein, so hot, soft, and fucking, soaking wet. You arenât sure where he ends and you begin. It hurts like hell, aches in the deepest parts of you, a place you know that he could easily put a child if you slipped up on your only remaining protection.
That thought makes you tighten around him, cream spilling out and further slicking back the curls gathered at his base. He drops your thighs, sweat-slick pelvis smashing into yours, stimulating your swollen clit. His chest hair scrapes against your pebbled nipples, making you arch your back and your toes curl, legs locking around his lower waist. He whines, palm coming up to grasp at your breast, calloused thumb strumming around your areola. âGod, honey, your fucking nipples were made for my mouth to suck on.â
And heâs descending, his lips closing over one, tongue flicking and stimulating. You cry out, hand fisting into his honey streaked, chestnut locks. His shoulders work and bend, the dips and freckles and moles visible, glittering with the salt of sweat, his gold chain swaying out from his hairy chest and back again when he stops, nose bumping yours, hot breath on your mouth. âThis pussy was made for my cock.â
And holy hell, his vocalizing focus doesnât cease. âWho took your virginity, honey?â You both know it wasnât him. But you are well aware what heâs getting at, and as he gives a harsh snap, those full and fat balls smacking your slick ass, you lose further coherency. âThatâs right,â heâs speaking again. âThey donât matter, but I do.â
You werenât aware that you could make the noises that you are. Only able to speak once Steveâs tugging himself and pulling out, stringing from your cunt to his shaft, a squelch echoing. You both groan, emptiness already jumpstarted. You plead for him. âPlease, Stevie, need you! Put it back in ââ
âSay it, say youâre just a hole for me to fill. That youâre only mine, baby.â
âI⌠Fuck! Stevie, all my holes are only yours, Iâm only yours!â
He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, before his jaw drops open and he whimpers. His hand leaves your breast and slides across your sternum, your collarbone, and settles at your neck. You nod to encourage, and those defined digits wrap around your throat.
âTell me you love these big hands, sweetheart. Because theyâre for you. They belong to you!â
âWant them all over me, Steve. All the time. Canât get enough of you.â
Heâs holding firm to his cock, stroking and teasing. You lick your lips as you stare at it, drooling. Reaching down, you tap his wrist (his arm, all muscles and tendons, thick and available to trace with your tongue), as he presses the thick red head into your clit, smearing the combination of you two all around. You mewl in appreciation, legs stretching so far apart that your muscles protest. Heâs speaking next, panting out, âLike that? Hey, look at me. He grabs your chin, thumb tugging down your bottom lip. âLike. That?â
Your lip releases with a plop.
âYes, yes! Donât stop, Steve, never wanna not feel you again, baby boy!â
âThatâs a good girl, thatâs my girl.â He circles your sore opening and slips back inside with a loud, wet ease. You bite back the burning pain, welcoming the damp tears of pleasure along your lashes.
Your manicured nails cling to his back, his chest gliding along yours, heartbeat to hammering heartbeat. Itâs frantic whispers and begging cries. And when heâs close to coming, you find his cheek with one hand, holding. âFor the record, youâve never been casual to me, Steve Harrington.â
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CW: smut 18+ minors dni slight age gap- reader is 30, hop is around 41 (s1), oral fem recieving, slight daddy kink, unprotected PinV (wrap it before you tap it), not proofread.
WC: 700+
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One thing you never expected when you first transferred to Hawkins Police Department in Indiana from the big city 6 months ago was the position you are in right now, flat on your back on your boss Sheriff Hoppers desk, legs spread wide as he ate your cunt like it was the last supper, the stubble from his beard sure to leave marks on the inside of your thighs for days to come.Â
Sure, there had been a lot of flirting and longing glances, but with hops past and the slight age gap you never thought he would go for you, apparently you were very wrong.Â
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âOh fuck, Hop, just like th-at, dont sstopâ you cried out as he wrapped his lips around your sensitive bud, tongue flicking as he sucked harshly, his strong arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you in position.Â
âMmm, so sweetâ he mumbled into your pussy, the vibrations sending shock waves up your spine, pushing even closer the edge of bliss you were about to fall over.Â
âGonna cu- FUUUCCCKKKâ was all you managed to get out before the band in your stomach snapped with one particularly harsh suck to your clit, your body free falling off the edge into oblivion as expletives left your mouth, if he didn't have a strong grip on your thighs you fear you might have crushed his head between your thighs from the force of your orgasm.
âBeen wanting to do that since you first walked into this station sweetheartâ Hopper says, his voice gruff as his lips connect with yours, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip begging for entry, which you happily grant, he tastes like cigarettes and your arousal, an interesting combination.Â
âYou ready for my cock honey?â he asks as he lines his thick engorged member up with your dripping entrance.Â
âMmm, yes please, fuck me chiefâ you babble out, your eyes rolling back in your head as you feel him slowly push his cock inside you, the stretch borderline painful, you would have never thought your boss was packing some seriously heat.. that wasn't his gun.Â
Once he was buried inside you to the hilt, he gave you a moment to adjust to the stretch, not wanting to hurt you.Â
âFuck, such a tight little pussy babyâ he hisses through his teeth as he feels you clench around him. âM-move pleaseâ you moan out.
And with that Hopper is throwing your legs over your shoulders, his strong arms once again gripping your thighs as he starts thrusting into you at a brutal pace, you were lucky that you had a few days off after this because you were going to feel the man and his thick 9 inch cock for days.Â
âSo b-big Daddyâ you mewl as he keeps up his relentless pace, the head of his cock pounding into that spongy spot inside you, sending your hurtling closer and closer to another orgasm.Â
âJesus fuck, call me that againâ He growled.
âDaddy!â You cried out as he sunk into you with a particularly hard thrust, the coil in your stomach close to snapping.
âSo c-closeâ you panted out, as his cock kept pummelling into your dripping cunt.
âBe a good girl and cum all over Daddy's cockâ he commanded as his fingers snaked between your bodies, circling your clit rapidly.
âI'm cumming! Fuuckk!â You cried out as your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your whole body spasming as your walls clenched around his cock, dragging him over the edge with you, a load roar emanating from deep in his chest as he spilled his hot seed inside your overstimulated cunt, you were definitely glad it was after hours and only you two in the station.
Your legs dropped from Hops shoulders as he grabbed onto the edge of the desk to steady himself.Â
Both of you panting to catch your breath.Â
âWow, that was.. just wowâ you giggle as you sat up slowly, your eyes falling to his chest where his uniform hung open, his body was perfect to you, you had no need for a guy with perfectly toned abs, you preferred someone soft to cuddle and Hopper definitely ticked all those boxes.Â
âSo, what happens here?â he asks âis this just a one-time thing for you?âÂ
âI mean I'm down for something more if you areâ You say as you look up him, his eyes connecting with yours.Â
âYeah, Iâm down for something moreâ Hop says with a soft smile as his lips envelope yours again.Â
synopsis: older!eddie munson x college student!reader. out on a joyride, Eddie subsequently passes your sorority car wash fundraiser and decides his clean car desperately needs to be washed. word count - 4.5k (!)
warnings: 18+ smut with a teensy plot. fingering, body parts described, choking, spanking, squirting, cream pie, age gap, not spell checked yet!
In all honesty, Eddie has no reason to be pulling into your sorority housesâ driveway, forking over twenty dollars for you to wash his car, but he knew he had to when he saw you. Itâs a warm day, just a few days after the end of summer, only a few days into the new school year. The hot sun beats down the earth making it the perfect day to stand in a bikini all day, hosting a car wash fundraiser.Â
Eddie had been minding his own business, taking a joy ride in his new red corvette, enjoying all the progress heâs made in his life thus far. It was only a half hour into his day out and about when he noticed your sorority hosting a car wash, more specifically seeing you stand at the edge of the sidewalk with a sign that read: âCar Wash 4 A Good Cause; 20 Bucks or Free if UR Sexy!â It was the sign that caught his attention first, but it was you that held his gaze long enough that he almost rear-ended the car in front of him.
You are a sleek little vixen, barefoot on the sidewalk, your drenched hair pulled back to show your beautiful, angelic face. You are hardly dressed, your body adorned in the skimpiest bikini Eddie had ever seen. It was a no brainer; he slows his car, flicking the blinker on to turn into the driveway.Â
Eddieâs car was pointed in the direction of commotion, lines and lines of cars parked in different directions, males of all different ages scattered across the front yard either talking to girls that  suggestively scrub their cars or just watching from a distance. Eddie didnât care about any of the other girls that flock to the cars, slipping folded bills into their bikini tops or bottoms. He just wanted to watch you bend over his car, breasts pressed against the hood of his car.
He watches, in his sideview mirror, as you wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, your arms dropping down with the handmade sign, your body wilting with exhaustion. It was hard work to wave a sign around, especially in the hot sun. All you want to do is sit inside with some water, far away from the seething hot sun.Â
Youâre bored, annoyed with cars honking and men whistling; you didnât want to be the one holding the sign, but you had been forced to by the other girls. You decide to take a break, and you turn on your heel, beginning to walk up the driveway to the front lawn where the rest of the sorority worked. It was then that you notice a bright red corvette, clearly brand new, and that the driver was glancing over at you. You watch as he offers you a small smile, his hand that dangles on the outside of the car pick itself up and offer you a wave. He���s cute, clearly older, late twenties, early thirties at the latest. You feel your day, and your energy, start to pick up.Â
Within a few paces you stand at the driverâs side of the strangerâs car, bending forward, placing your hands on your mid-thigh, as you peer into the car. âHere for the car wash?âÂ
The curly haired man nods, his eyes lingering down your nearly naked body. âThat, amongst other things.âÂ
You smile innocently. âDoesnât look like your car needs to be washed.â And itâs true; as you stand close to the car you see how itâs practically new, not a speck of dirt on the exterior, not a single scratch. Standing close to the window, you can also smell the scent of brand-new leather, the car barely lived in. Â
He shrugs, his eyes looking forward then back to you. âA car can always use a good wash. Iâm Eddie by the way.â
You raise your eyebrows, already amused by the man in front of you. âItâs nice to meet you, Eddie. Iâm y/n. If you pull up, Iâm sure one of the girls will happily wash your car.âÂ
Eddie hums, glancing in front of him where tens of girls scantily clad in bikinis, soap suds clinging to their arms and legs, scurry across the sorority house lawn to attend to the ever-growing line of customers. âThey all look pretty busy with cars already. Canât you help me?âÂ
You clasp your hands in front of you, understanding, now, that Eddie wants you to clean his car, not anybody else. You purse your lips and make an over-exaggerated sigh, though a hint of a smile is displayed across your face. âI suppose I could. Pull on up.â You gesture for Eddie to follow you up the driveway, searching for a free spot for Eddie to park his car.Â
As you walk, Eddie is lucky that he doesnât run his car into someone elseâs as his eyes are completely entranced by your ass thatâs exposed in your bright yellow bikini bottoms. He clenches his jaw, doing the best he can to park where you gesture towards, as he feels himself grow hard in his jeans. The lust he feels, staring at your nearly naked body, cloaked in a light sheen of sweat, is unbearable.Â
âYou can stay in the car if you want,â you say, watching Eddie move to step out of the car. âItâs kind of the whole point of the car wash in the convenience for the customer, you know? Pull in, get your car washed by a girl in a bikini, then pull out.âÂ
Eddie shrugs, closing the driverâs side door. âDarling, I wouldnât want to pull out, but I think Iâd prefer to watch from outside of the car.â Â
You feel your cheeks flush, the back of your neck get hot with heat. All day, boys from the surrounding fraternities, or creepy, married men have been in and out of the sorority driveway. However, there is something about Eddie thatâs so edgy, nerdy yet confident. Eddie is a refreshing change; one you want to entertain for a little while. âSuit yourself,â you say, as you bend over, dunking your hand into the bucket of cold, soapy water, then pull your hand out with a sopping wet sponge.Â
Eddie stands a foot or two away from you, his arms crossed against his chest. He watches closely as you pick up a super-sized sponge, bubbling with soap bubbles, dripping with water, and smudge it across the hood of his car. His heart thumps against his chest watching as water trickles out of the sponge, down his shiny red car, and dribbles down your thighs.Â
You move slowly, bending across his car further and further, as you work hard to scrub the imaginary dirt off his car. You can feel Eddieâs eyes on your body, knowing his eyes must be as wide as saucers, his skin crawling with lust, his stomach churning with anticipation - you just have that impact on men. You move to the opposite side of Eddieâs car, working on the other side of the hood. Now you face Eddieâs direction, making a show of leaning over his car, once again, pressing your breasts against the car, flicking your eyes to meet his only for a fleeting second, enough to get his heart rate up even further.Â
Once you turned your eyes back to his car, Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, suddenly feeling disoriented. Was it the sun and the heat or was it you that was making him feel this way? It had been a long time since Eddie pursued a girl, he was never very good at it. He had a small sense of confidence, but that only got him so far. Now, heâs several years older, still unexperienced, yet here he is, letting you seduce him happily, not knowing if heâll do anything about it.Â
You continue to work on Eddieâs car, making your way around his vehicle. Every move, every stretch you make is calculated, made to manipulate the male mind. Itâs fun, you think, to put on a show for a boy, no a man. It had been so long since you been intimate, the boy you were surrounded by were useless, only out to use the female body to solely pleasure themselves. The act of being fucked boys that were in college was a cold venture, one that only left you feeling alone and empty â and certainly not feeling any pleasure at all. You had hoped youâd meet someone older, someone who would care about how you felt. Now here stands Eddie, clearly older, clearly into you by the way his cock is so clearly pressing against his jeans, and the way he makes no attempt to hide it. Itâs worth a try, you think.Â
With one last swipe of Eddieâs car, you take the hose that snakes throughout the driveway and spray his car down. Lastly, you take a soft towel, wiping the small droplets from his windows. You were finally done, your body more exhausted then before.Â
When you turn your attention back to Eddie, heâs holding out a twenty-dollar bill. âI think I recall your sign saying itâs twenty dollars.âÂ
âThen youâd also recall that the sign also said itâs free if youâre sexy, so you can keep your money,â you say, wiping your wet hands on the towel.Â
Eddie frowns lightly, then smirks. âAll that hard work you just did for free?âÂ
You shrug, mimicking the way Eddie shrugged earlier. âWhat can I say? Iâm eager to please, especially for a pretty guy like you.âÂ
Standing in front of Eddie, you see the size difference between you two. Youâre shorter then Eddie, your body much smaller than his. Even from where you stand, you can smell his cologne, the scent making you salivate â youâre a sucker for good smelling cologne. Heâs dressed in all dark colors; his body lean underneath his fashionably tattered clothing. It was then you realize that you want him bad.
âOh, really? For an old guy like me?â Eddie says, interested to gauge your feelings on older men. He is sure youâre constantly approached by guys of all ages, constantly turning heads or breaking hearts.Â
You lean against his car, crossing your ankles and crossing your arms against your chest. âItâs even better that youâre older. Guys my age donât know anything about how to please a girl,â You unfold your arms, making a show of glancing at your fingernails. âEmotionally or physically.âÂ
Eddie gulps, scenario after scenario rolling over in his mind Thoughts of every position he wants to fold you in to in a matter of minutes, replacing the soapy water trailing down your legs with ropes of his own cum comes to him immediately. âA girl as pretty as you shouldnât be neglected emotionally or physically.âÂ
You glance at Eddie now, knowing that you have his full attention. âTell me about it.âÂ
Your eyes linger on each other, tension as thick as the heat hanging between you. You forget that the rest of your sorority is hard at work around you, cars entering and exiting the driveway consistently. All you can focus on is Eddie. âYou look parched,â you say suddenly, pushing yourself off his car. âWhy donât you come inside.âÂ
Eddie nods without saying a word. Heâs pretty sure heâd walk to the ends of the earth for you. Eagerly, he follows behind you as you weave through the cars parked in the driveway and across the lawn. You glance over your shoulder once, amused to catch Eddieâs eyes stuck on your rear end once again. You have this man wrapped around your finger.Â
You push open the front door of the sorority house, noticing how a few of the girls had sought refuge from the customers and heat within the kitchen and cavernous living room. Eddieâs eyes disconnect from your body to look around the house. He honestly never thought heâd ever find himself in a sorority house, he could never imagine a sorority girl giving him the time of day. But here he is- here you are. The inside is large, all the furniture in the rooms dwarfed by the tall ceilings and large rooms.Â
âCome this way,â you say softly, gesturing towards the large, winding staircase thatâs directly at the front door. Your feet are tempted to carry you to your room quickly, but you do your best to stay composed, not allowing yourself to showcase your eagerness. At the top of the winding staircase, the hallway to the bedrooms is long. As you walk, you pass door after door, each of your sorority sisterâs rooms. Finally, you reach yours near the end of the hallway.Â
You remember that your room is messy, but you donât care. You doubt Eddie would even notice; you can feel his eyes glued to your backside.Â
You open your bedroom door, glancing over your shoulder to encourage Eddie to follow you into your room. You notice his eyes flick to across your bedroom, landing on your messy bed, the blankets, and bedsheets all tangled.Â
Eddie clears his throat. âIs it okay if Iâm up here?âÂ
Technically, boys arenât allowed in the sorority house, especially not in the bedrooms. You shake your head softly. âNo, but Iâm sure we can make it quick.â You let a small smile play across your mouth as you clasp your hands in front of you.Â
Eddieâs eyes widen, your insinuation making him realize your intentions loud and clear.  Underneath his jeans, Eddie can feel his bulge begin to ache even more, his core aching from anticipation. Even you can feel the tension between you and Eddie, itâs clear you find each other attractive. Between your thighs, you can feel your stomach tingle with excitement; what kind of pleasure this encounter hold for you?Â
You back yourself up to your bed, feeling a small chill standing in your airconditioned room in a skimpy bikini. Your heart thumps against your chest, your breath escaping your body. Eddie takes a small step towards you, biting at his bottom lip. You are the loveliest sight Eddie has ever seen, so delicate and soft but he so badly wants to be rough with you, turn your body inside out with pleasure.Â
Now merely a few inches from each other, Eddie reaches his hand out, his fingertips brushing against your cheekbone. His fingertips tails across your face, guiding their way to your lips. Instinctively, you part your lips, Eddie taking advantage and slipping his thumb into your mouth. Your eyes flutter shut, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. Watching you suck his finger, Eddie loses his breath, the feeling of your tongue around his finger too much to bear.Â
You take the opportunity to reach your hands out, playing with the hem of his t-shirt. You lift up slowly, and Eddie lets his thumb slip out of your mouth, helping you lift his shirt off. Now you see his torso, his soft skin decorated with scattered tattoos. Your mouth salivates at the sight of his happy trail, disappearing into the band of his jeans.Â
You lean forward, raising up on your toes to let your lips hover of Eddieâs. Without a second thought, Eddie cups your face, his lips pushing into yours. He steps forward once, twice, and you step back once, twice. You gracefully fall back onto your bed, your legs parting to allow room for Eddie. With one swift movement, Eddie reaches his hand behind your back, pulling at the string of your bikini, the string unraveling and your top slipping off.Â
At the sight of your bare chest, Eddie canât help but groan. He cups your breast with his large hand, his head ducking down to let his lips envelope your nipple. Instantly, your head throws back, the feeling of his tongue flicking across your nipple heavenly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lips parting just in time for a soft moan to escape from your throat.Â
Letting his fingertips drag across your torso, Eddie slips his hand into your bikini bottoms, his fingertips grazing your cunt. You hold onto his shoulder for balance, your fingers gripping him tightly. With ease, Eddie continues to place his body over yours, arranging yourself on your bed comfortably. Anticipation and lust begins to bunch in your stomach, arousal beginning to drip from between your thighs.Â
âYouâre so pretty,â Eddie mumbles, his mind spinning. He places his lips on your jaw, messy kisses trailing down the front of your throat. His fingertips begin to work against your sensitive core, teasing your entrance. Your thighs tremble, pressure building in the bottom of your abdomen. Eddieâs movements are slow and sensuous, and your hips begin to rock back and forth against his hand, unable to take his slow movements any longer. You begin to whine softly.Â
Without warning, Eddie plunges his long digits into you, curling in the right spot to turn your whine into a loud moan. Already, you can see the difference between the ridiculous college boys youâve played with and the man that Eddie is. Pleasure courses through your torso, your skin tingling, a shiver running down your back. Your thighs begin to clench around Eddieâs hand, begging him to keep going.Â
Your arms reach out, your fingertips seeking eagerly to unbuckle the belt that holds his jeans. With success, Eddieâs belt buckle unravels in your hand, your hand moving away to palm his bulging cock over his jeans. Over you, Eddie shutters at the sensation of your touch, his breath leaving his body. He so badly wants to have his way with you, but he knows heâd rather take his time.Â
Not able to sustain your calmness further, you unzip the zipper on Eddieâs jeans, his cock already pressing against his boxers. As you attempt to work his jeans off, Eddie continues to plunge his finger deep into you, causing your ambition to de-clothe Eddie to take longer then usual.Â
Just as Eddie jeans dip passed his mid-thigh, his cock springs out from underneath his boxers. His member is large, larger then you could have ever imagined. At the very tip, a drop of pre-cum slithers out, the veins protruding across the thickness of his cock. Your mouth waters just at the sight, an intense need for him to fill you blossoming in your abdomen.Â
To be able to help you pull his jeans off, Eddie lets his fingers slide out of you, your bottom half feeling empty and incomplete without Eddieâs touch. With one swift movement, Eddieâs jeans and boxers are off and all thatâs left is your bright yellow bikini bottoms.Â
Eddie presses his lips on your neck, and begins to trail down to your stomach, feeling the warmth of your skin underneath his light touch. Hooking his pointer fingers at your sides, Eddie gracefully pulls your bottoms off, leaving you completely naked. Without much thought, Eddie drops the skimpy article of clothing on the floor beside your bed. You blush in your nakedness, feeling your eyes flutter shut.Â
Eddie parts your legs gently, lowering his head towards your bottom half. His warm breath flushes against your skin, goosebumps beginning to appear down your thighs. With every second that goes by, the anticipation grows thicker, leaving you breathless, arousal gathering between your thighs.
Eddie feels his anxiousness jitter throughout his fingers, his hands trembling ever so slightly. His hands tighten around the flesh of your things, prying your legs open. Without the slightest hesitation, Eddie lets his lips connect with your slick cunt, his tongue beginning to work on your immediately.Â
Your head throws back in instant pleasure, your thighs beginning to tremble from the motion of his tongue. You begin to writher underneath Eddieâs touch, and he tightens his grips around your legs to hold you still and in place. Your toes curl as he continues to go on, your muscles tightening and releasing rhythmically.
Eddie is in bliss, the taste of you sweet to his tastebuds. You are so soft, so gentle, yet so bold and in charge. Although Eddie doesnât know you well, not even at all, he knows that he has found heaven between your sun-kissed thighs.Â
Eddie blinks back into consciousness, noticing how your body is reacting to his touch. He looks up at you, seeing how your eyes are fluttered shut, the bright sunshine from your window above your dashing across your face, your back arched from the pleasure. His only goal is to make you feel good, to let pleasure course through your body, so he does what automatically comes to his mind â he plunges his fingers back into you.Â
A loud squeal escapes your lips, followed by your hands grabbing at your bedsheets. The frat boys have never made you feel like this before, not even close.Â
With rhythm, Eddie plunges his fingers in and out of you, causing pressure to build in your lower abdomen. Itâs only been several minutes and already you feel yourself getting close; you donât want your time with Eddie to end.
Without warning, around Eddieâs fingers you squirt profusely, your thighs trembling around Eddieâs head. A strong course of pleasure runs up and down your body, leaving you breathless and exhausted once your orgasm is through. On the other hand, Eddie is energized by your loud moans.
Coming up from between your thighs, Eddie hovers over your slumped body, his large hand lightly grasping over your throat. He doesnât want to scare you with this move, it is after all the first encounter youâve ever had with each other, but he wants to take control a little more.Â
His long nimble fingers place themselves around the length of your neck, and your eyes flutter open at his grasp on you. You feel small underneath Eddieâs touch, and you love the feeling.Â
With his other hand, Eddie reaches down to part your thighs again, and then adjusting himself to line up with you.Â
Eddie dips his face down, hovering over your lips; they brush yours ever so slightly. âCan I?â he asks softly. Your hand reaches out to grasp his bicep, anticipating the intoxicating burn of a thick cock entering you. You nod eagerly. Eddie lets go of his grasp on your neck, leaning on to his arm to position himself comfortably.Â
With ease, Eddie pushes himself into you. You feel yourself stretch around his length, a slight groan escaping from your lips. You squeeze your eyes shut, seeing stars, a fluttering feeling emerging in your chest.Â
Evenly, Eddie moves back and forth out of you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. His fingers drag the length of your side, finding your hands in the process. He intertwines his fingers with yours, enveloping his hand over his. You squeeze back, the small gesture making the moment more intimate with this complete stranger. Your legs find the strength to wrap around Eddieâs waist, driving him further into you.Â
With slow strokes, Eddie brings you immense pleasure, making you wonder why luck was on your side to meet such a generous stranger out of nowhere.
You and Eddie stay in the missionary position for a moment, slight eye contact here and there. Youâre drawn in by the soft brown of his eyes and the darkness of his pupils. He was a beautiful human, his messy, curly brown hair adding to his attractiveness.Â
Youâre brought out of your thoughts when Eddie pulls his upper body away from you, your body feeling cold from the lack of warmth from his body. He pulls you up with him, making a quick movement to flip you on your stomach.Â
Your head spins from the quick movement but feel a small smile creeping across your mouth: oh, how you love being manhandled.Â
Lifting your hips with both hands, Eddie elevates your bottom half, placing you on your hands and knees. Once youâre in a stable position, Eddie guides himself back into you, pushing in roughly. You gasp, loving the feeling of him inside of you all over again.Â
You jolt when Eddie places a small smack on your bottom, adding spanking into the mix. You offer a small giggle, biting your lip in the process. The sharp sting of his hand meeting your soft skin makes your stomach flutter in a way thatâs never happened before. You find the feeling dangerous as you become curious at the other kinks youâd find exhilarating.Â
Behind you, Eddieâs movements become rigid, his back-and-forth movements no longer fluid. He inhales sharply, his grip tightening on your waist.Â
Eddie feels woozy, pressure building in his lower abdomen. He knows heâs close, though he doesnât want to be. He wants his moment with you to go on forever, laying out on your bed to recover and when youâre ready, fuck you in all different angles all over again.Â
He inhales and exhales sharply, his heart beating fast and blood flowing rapidly throughout his body. He pushes into you one last time, a thick load filling you to the brim completely. Eddieâs cum leaks out from around his member, beginning to drip down your legs. Although youâve already orgasmed, the feeling of Eddie dribbling down your legs is nearly orgasmic.Â
As you hold yourself up, your arms and legs quiver with exhaustion. You slump against your bedsheets, your muscles not about to help you sit up. âThat wasâŚreally fun.â You say, then frown at your own words. You feel like you sound juvenile, though what you said was trust; it was indeed a lot of fun.Â
Eddie smiles, nodding once. Although, heâs distracted by looking at the specks of his semen that decorate parts of your thighs. âI-Iâm glad. Nothing I did was too much?âÂ
You shake your head. âNot in the slightest.â You watch as Eddie gets up from the end of the bed, beginning to pick up his clothes that are scattered across your bedroom floor. You wish Eddie didnât have to go so soon but you know itâs for the best; the last thing you want is for your sorority sisters to notice that youâve broken the most important rule â no boys in the bedroom.Â
Your naked body captivates Eddie as he glances down at you while refastening his belt. It seemed like only seconds ago he was about to pass you by on the road, and now here you are lounging gracefully on your bed in front of him. And to think it all started with spotting you in your bright yellow bikini.Â
âYou know,â you hum, bending over to search for spare clothes to throw on. You really want to see Eddie again and to not let this be the first and last time you interact with him. âWeâre having another car wash next weekend. Your car might need another scrub by then.âÂ
Eddie laughs flattered that you want to see him again. âMy car will absolutely be dirty by then; Iâll for sure swing by.âÂ
Steve watched Eddie's van turn the corner and shut the front door, closing himself away from the outside world so none of his neighbors could see him as he rested his forehead against the painted wood.
"I'm not going to cry," he told himself.
He said it even as his eyes began to burn and his face began to twist, teeth grinding and throat closing. He wiped quickly at his face, again and again, as he stumbled to the couch to sit, drying each tear as it rolled down his cheeks, clinging to his jaw.
"I'm not going to fucking cry," Steve choked, and then doubled over into himself, arms around his thighs, and he began to sob.
So what if he was twenty-two, living in his parent's house alone, working the same dead-end job with a sixteen year old manager. So what if all his friends and family were in college, spread out from New York to Chicago to Los Angeles. So what if his boyfriend was moving to Seattle for his band and they broke up, because Steve was never going to be his parents, resenting and being resented for keeping his partner from his dreams. So what if he was too scared to ask Eddie to stay, to ask Eddie if Steve could go with him. So what if everyone moved on and Steve couldn't?
Steve grew up lonely. He could get used to it again.
He didn't realize how hard he was crying until the front door burst back open and Eddie hurled himself at Steve's feet, long limbed and clumsy and babbling.
"Baby, oh fuck, I'm sorry," he said, already untangling Steve from himself, tying all his loose ends back up together with his until they were a knot of their own. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Stevie. I never should haveâ I wanted toâ"
"I'm sorry," Steve sobbed back. He gasped and swallowed it all back down. Eddie had already gotten them raveled up again, it would take forever to pick it back apart. Steve knew it would hurt worse this time. "Fuck, Ed, you didn't have toâ I'll be okay, I don't want to hold you backâ"
"Come with me," Eddie burst.
And Steve couldn't help himself, and began to sob again.
"Please," Eddie begged over Steve's crying, his voice shaking and his face wet enough to match Steve's. "Please, sweetheart, honey, please just come with me?"
Steve took a shaky breath, embarrassed and now too full of hope and fear. "You sure?" he whispered. He pressed his face into Eddie's neck, breathing him in again for what might be the last time, again. "Eddie, don'tâ"
"I'm so sure," Eddie said. "I'm so fucking sure, Steve, please."
"Okay," Steve breathed. Eddie had always been the braver of the two of them, especially when it counted. Steve leaned back so he could look at him, red faced and watery eyes. He tried to give Eddie a smile, but he knew it was wobbly and weak. "Okay."
All of Steve's fears meant nothing as he watched the happiness break like dawn over Eddie's face.